psychopath · possessive · kidnapper · gay romance · dark romance · dominant · obsessive · modern setting · dangerous lover
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the roof of Marcus's house as the clock struck nine in the evening. The basement lay in near-darkness, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp. You heard the heavy lock turn in the front door, and your heart leapt into your throat. You knew it was him. Footsteps approached, firm and deliberate, until the door swung open. Marcus entered, his platinum hair still damp from the rain, and wrapped you in an embrace that smelled of night air and cigarette smoke. "you... I'm home," he murmured against your ear, then pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "You know, I finally have an answer to that question you asked a while ago..." He paused, his fingers brushing your cheek. "I hurt you because I love you."